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Sanders' Union Fifth Reader: Embracing a Full Exposition of the Principles ... - Page 445
by Charles Walton Sanders - 1872 - 480 pages
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in ..., Volume 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pages
...depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. Tlmt orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals...glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breeze« strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angel« hear, May have broken...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Literary Criticism - 1831 - 607 pages
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. Taylor Coleridge r.lides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat...
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 882 pages
...the depth of heaven above, Witli wings folded i rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden. Whom mortals call the moon. Glides glimmering o'er my lleece-like floor. By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which...
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Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 2

William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals...broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars pee]) behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When...
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The moral and intellectual school book

William Martin - Readers - 1838 - 348 pages
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest. As still as a brooding dove. That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals...tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer i And I laugh to see them whirl and tlee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my...
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The Book of Gems: The Poets and Artists of Great Britain

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838
...heaven ahove, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. That orhed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the...glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight hreezes strewn ; And wherever the heat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have hroken...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er iny fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which...
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Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, Volume 5

William Evans Burton - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1839
...to that quarter of the heavens did we next turn our straining gaze. Slowly ascending to the zenith That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, aооп began to let fall her nys upon the yet palpably discerned panorama of distant hills — for...
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Calcutta Monthly Journal and General Register ...

1839
...with white fire laden, Whom mortals call my the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece -like fluor, by the mid-night breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen fee', Which only the angels hear. May have broken the wool of my tent's thin roof? The stars peep behind...
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